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dinsdag 20 november 2012

WANDERBACH page 180

When he woke up he was most alone and didn’t
know that shortly before someone slept next to him... No wonder that Waja was amused
when he waited to dress. He doesn’t know the circumstances, except that he sleeps
naked why he feels even more uncomfortable. Not knowing, the absolute helplessness
disturbs and cramps, and he plans to stay awake that night but the short walk
is again too much. Without result he tries to remember something of last night
the following morning. He checks the fluff that isn’t any warmer, but this is
also the case after he gets up. The fluff doesn’t remember, once out of bed it
seems unused. He watches Waja when she brings breakfast. The table is back on its original spot and she
invites him why he at least experiences that they eat together.

Today she wants to walk longer and after
breakfast they go till outside the village. It becomes clear that a large
circle was made free in the forest to build the cabins. At the edge, about
twenty yards from the outer homes, are the sear places still noticeable; probably
a process that is repeated often to avoid the vegetation overgrowing the
village. From the edge several new paths start. That one at the North side is
known and goes to the coast. Straight across is a wide avenue that Tork recognizes
as the path to the Gods. That avenue is free of sear places. Assumingly the
path preserves itself; wide and sheer towards the South. He can oversee quite a
bit until it vanishes in dusky distance.

That’s not where Waja goes. Between the bushes
and tall trees are countless other paths; narrow and twisting it seems like animal
tracks. Barg frolics ahead and sniffs exited every sense.